Funny how things appear different to me,at any given level of the apple tree.Anything is possible while we’re all climbing.But at the base, staring up at the first branch,Still wrestling roots to find higher ground. like a child with no stature on me, I came here remembering nothing prior to entry. The apples are so…
Month: August 2022
Circular spectrums: The Difference Between Limited and Limitless, come run with me…
Testing my own limits dives me deeper into this mentality.A way of being extending from the thoughts coursing through me,this space is timeless and suspended eternally, A space where anything limiting suddenly seems silly. The thought strummed a beat on repeat while I was running through the trees. It started growing from somewhere underneath, the…
The Harbinger: Contemplative Poetry
Open the faucet, turn it to hot.Pour in the salt, time to get soft.Anything that’s on me… take it off.I’ve been listening carefully from this hidden loft. I’ve got the world on my shoulders over what I’ve seen. there’s a piece of me ready to take a seat. I feel heavy.Like I’m pushing boulders while…
Secret Door, of Keys and Kings: Contemplative Poem
A hidden message with personal meaning.A bright spot of light through the shadows between.A roaring lion on my way to sort things, a new wound while the last is still healing.A pair of left feet sent to trip me in my dance with destiny. Now I’m tripping wrestling this beast within me, it’s fighting me,scratching…
Beauty and the Beast: Contemplative Poetry
Belle, you beautiful well of wisdom what a tragedy.The beast had to consume it to see the lesson clearly.A mask, unbecoming. An iron jaw grip ‘fear me’ unless… the curse is lifted, from rags to riches,I had to experience it before I could reach the depth within. but right now I could use some assistance,…
Little feet, pidder pattering endlessly. Silently. Laughing, giggling. An unrealistic scene playing.These dreams echo over emerald skies, To soar and fly through days of endless sunshine. Cloudless with the promise of pending rain from the inside. Little daydreams, never before seen outside of me, because these have never seen the light of day, without my…
GI Jane Me, Train Me: Contemplative Poetry
Swimming in a dream and it hasn’t been pleasant lately.Seems like someone new is dying every day around me.Makes me want to hold my spirit close and never let it leave.Then I realize that’s just my separation anxiety talking, so I let go, fall back into the unknown, and receive the cards I’m shown. Again….
Emerald Minds: Contemplative Poetry
Today will be the day I meet my new favorite point of view. I can breathe easily. The whole world is right with me,because I’m in tune, If they only knew they’d jump into the key of blue too,and I’d be swimming with an army of fearless fish. I wish… For now, I guess we…
Emerald Dreamer: Contemplative Poetry
I slip into the stream again, thinking, It will be a dream for me. Everything I’ve ever seen.It must have been thinking of me ardently,as deep as I’ve been diving lately. It might scare me if I wasn’t aware I’m preparing.Serendipities, my company, each a sunspot warming me.A sentence that swoons me illuminating what confounds…
The Irony of a Rose Between the Thorns: Contemplative Poetry
My insides are aware of what’s poison sweet, and tangy.At this point in my life, I’m only gratified by the real thing,I’m waiting with the smoke and ashes, sucking in green for company.Listening in, tuning to the frequency of beauty,as I am speaking to myself softly, calming the child in me the best way that…